Not more unutterable could have been the chaos of hellish sound if the pit itself had opened to release the agony of the damned, for in one inconceivable cacophony was centered all the supernal terror and unnatural despair of animate nature.
[…] the choicest of his friends, Such as would blush to talk such serious follies, Or back such bellied commendations […]
Byblis lies motionless in mute desperation and her transformation is told only briefly, whereas Myrrha herself asks for her metamorphosis, gives a speech (10.483-7), and Ovid leads us step by step through her transformation (10.489-502).
During those two or three hours of frost, all the heliotropes and dahlias were cut off; the former become almost black, as if scorched. Some tender shoots of the vines also were injured, but the scarlet runners and gerania were sound.
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